martes, 30 de marzo de 2010
East of Eden (2010), "my boys". Taken By Trees.
There isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
But with a little girl, and by my spouse,
I only want a proper house
I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in the freshest wave,
But to provide for mine who ask
I will, with heart, on my father's grave
On my father's grave
(repeat)
I don't mean to seem like I
Care about material things,
Like a social status,
I just want
Four walls and adobe slats
For my boys
domingo, 28 de marzo de 2010
viernes, 19 de marzo de 2010
domingo, 14 de marzo de 2010
martes, 9 de marzo de 2010
miércoles, 17 de febrero de 2010
Najwa Nimri

El último primate (2010), "El último primate". Najwa.
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dani
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Cajón: Música, Sonoro, Tomavistas
viernes, 15 de enero de 2010
jueves, 24 de diciembre de 2009
lunes, 14 de diciembre de 2009
The Antlers
Hospice (2009), "kettering". The Antlers.
I wish that I had known in that first minute we met,
The unpayable debt that I owed you.
Because you'd been abused by that bone that refused you,
And you hired me to make up for that.
Walking in that room when you had tubes in your arms,
Those singing morphine alarms out of tune
Kept you sleeping and even, and I didn't believe them
When they called you a hurricane thunderclap.
When I was checking vitals I suggested a smile.
You didn't talk for awhile, you were freezing.
You said you hated my tone, it made you feel so alone,
And so you told me I ought to be leaving.
But something kept me standing by that hospital bed,
I should have quit but instead I took care of you.
You made me sleep and uneven, and I didn't believe them
When they told me that there was no saving you.
The unpayable debt that I owed you.
Because you'd been abused by that bone that refused you,
And you hired me to make up for that.
Walking in that room when you had tubes in your arms,
Those singing morphine alarms out of tune
Kept you sleeping and even, and I didn't believe them
When they called you a hurricane thunderclap.
When I was checking vitals I suggested a smile.
You didn't talk for awhile, you were freezing.
You said you hated my tone, it made you feel so alone,
And so you told me I ought to be leaving.
But something kept me standing by that hospital bed,
I should have quit but instead I took care of you.
You made me sleep and uneven, and I didn't believe them
When they told me that there was no saving you.
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Cajón: Música, Sonoro, Tomavistas
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